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Chemo Round 3

Man, Chemo Round 3 kicked my ass. I suppose the side effects are becoming worse because my body never quite recovers to 100% before another round is administered. I keep saying this, but it really does knock you out, I've literally never been this tired. Your body shuts down and you just sleep. Then you puke, then you sleep, then you sleep some more.  Like, too tired for Netflix, tired. Sunday I'm not sure I even had the tv on. I just slept. But for days, not hours. Then, suddenly, you're ok. Not great, but like, day 3 of a bad cold. That's when I start hearing Gloria Estefan singing "Coming out of the Dark" in my head.

Once you're out of the deep sleep all the other weird shit starts happening. I'm mostly bald, but for a little peach fuzz remaining. My skin is like an alligator but nearly everything irritates it, so I can't use most lotions marketed for dry skin. My nose is dry and sore, but won’t stop running (guess this happens because my nose hairs fell out losing their protective barrier). My eyes are so dry that I can't handle wearing my contacts, so I had to go get new glasses/sunglasses that I could wear everyday instead. While I was there, I had my first in bald head in public experience. I had to remove my beanie so they could fit glasses on my head. It was terrifying. Thankfully, everyone involved was incredibly supportive and kind - it was just scary being that vulnerable. Now, I wait 10 days for my new “spent too much on those” glasses.

What else has been going on? Germs. Germy, germ, germs everywhere. Remember, Chemo kills everything, including good things. Like my immune system. I literally have no immune system. So, I’m super weary of the biggest germ makers...kids. Elliott only goes to school for 4 hours, 3 days a week. I’ve seriously considered pulling him out of school entirely until my treatment is over. Thankfully I haven’t had to, yet, because his school has been AMAZING about slathering him in sanitizer during the day and before pickup. They tell me anytime a bad virus appears which lets me decide if I should send him in or not. Of course, nothing can prevent preschool kids from sharing germs, but we are trying our best. Additionally, friends and neighbors with kids, I promise I’m not trying to offend you - but your kid must be slathered in sanitizer BEFORE they come in to contact with my children. And if they have even a tiny runny nose or cough, I’m sorry, but no. Keep away. One small cold can derail my treatments and/or even put me into the hospital. So, I’m serious, sanitize before coming over. Once this is all behind us, I promise we can go back to our germy ways.

Besides germs, I’m still suffering from some serious Chemo brain. Writing this post has been way more challenging than past ones and I feel like I can’t complete a thought.

I’m still self conscious wearing my scarves so, going out to a Lionel Richie concert was kind of a big deal for me.

All of this is awful and it’s hard. But last night, Elliott randomly said “I love your fuzzy hair Mom”, I melted and easily remembered why I’m doing all of this.

How to Help Someone Going Through Cancer

Yep, I chopped my hair off. It started falling out, in dramatic fashion, everywhere. The amount of hair coming out would make anyone gasp, even if you knew it was coming. Cutting it off was easy, because it was going to be a relief to not see clumps of long hair all over the place. I took a shower after I got home, rookie move. Now this so-called-pixie-cut is patchy and see through in many places. 

I'm 5 days post my second round of Chemo and I'm coming out of the hole that you climb into during the aftermath. I can feel the bloat coming on. Basically, I'm sick with the worst stomach flu of my life for 4 days, then I start retaining every ounce of fluid available. This week I'm also fully engulfed in the Chemo fog. I AM REAL DUMB right now people, REAL DUMB. Like, it's hard to use actual words when I'm talking. Thankfully, I can still type, but speaking is a struggle.

I also wanted to touch on a topic that is hard for me, but something that everyone is asking about...what can you do to help me? I don't really know. Honestly, when you're in the midst of a crisis, it's extremely hard to even determine what help is needed, much less ask for it. If you're lucky enough, you'll have a few people in your life that don't ask - they just do. I feel like the luckiest cancer patient around, because I've had an outpouring of help. So, I'm going to mention a few things that have been helpful in some capacity in case you know anyone who is going through this, that you may want to help.

My Aunts and Uncle sent me my favorite hometown pizzas, from La Casa Pizzeria. Cooked fresh, then frozen and delivered right to my door. What a time to be alive! We've already had one and it was amazeballs. If y'all ever find yourself in Omaha, do yourself a solid and visit La Casa. You won't be disappointed.

My brother and his girlfriend sent ice cream, deliciously personalized ice cream, from another Omaha company, eCreamery. Not only was it packed adorably with personalized ice cream creations, it's actually totally delicious ice cream.  I would highly recommend using them if you need to send someone a gift in the future. Who doesn't love ice cream?!

My Aunt & Uncle that live nearby-ish sent over casseroles for dinner (for several nights) which was super helpful. Elliott still eats a strict hot dog and/or chicken nugget diet, but the rest of us really appreciated not having to cook while still being able to enjoy a delicious meal. 

My Mom and Mother-in-law selected a maid service and sent them over to clean every 2 weeks. I CANNOT express how awesome this is. She's only here for 4 hours every 2 weeks, so priorities are a must, but I may keep her once I'm Cancer free just because of how amazing it is to have someone else pitch in to clean this place.

I'm blessed with an amazing tribe and family. My parents, Mother-in-law, brother-in-law, friends and my Aunt & Uncle have all stepped up and babysat the kids while I ran to appointments and procedures during the staging portion of this journey. It helped keep me (moderatly) calm knowing that the kids were with people they love while Matt and I were away. And now, another member of the tribe, has volunteered her time to become my sister wife. If she wasn't here during the 4-5 days immediately following my Chemo I would simply not be able to survive. I'm able to nap, rest and puke uninterrupted while she takes care of the kiddos.  If it wasn't so annoying, I'd "hashtag blessed" her ass all over the interwebs.

Comfort Items:
Flowers are always appreciated because they help bring a little sunshine inside and make me smile whenever I walk past them. I love having real flowers around but consider it a luxury that this SAHM doesn't indulge in often. So keep 'em coming.

Chemo makes me cold for 4 days, then hot for 4, then back to cold, and so on and so on. So, a comfy robe was a much appreciated gift from a friend. Plus, it was a fancy, schmancy Vera Bradley Robe. So she scored some cool points there.

A friend of my Mom sent me a handmade yellow pashmina. It's beautiful and was incredibly sweet.

Even something as simple as a greeting card expressing your sympathy is enough to boost my spirits.  All my cards are being displayed proudly as I try to bring their positive messages into a daily mantra. While all are loved, so far, this one is my favorite. Because it's just so me.

Hand Sanitizer: 
Seriously, my immune system is donezo. Please don't come around here unless you've slathered yourself (and your children) in hand sanitizer. Because we're basically bathing in the stuff over here, we can always use more.

So, that's it. My big public thank you list and a helpful how-to list for anyone you know that might need a pick me up while battling the Big C.

Chemo week 2: Waiting For baldness

I fared pretty well immediately following round one of Chemo, but I hear the side effects get worse with each round. Is that true? God, I hope not.

This week, I've felt pretty good, except for the bloating. Good God, the bloating? I expected to lose weight due to all the nausea, instead, my body is holding on to every bit of fluid it receives like it's never getting any again. Somehow, I'm in the bathroom every 20 minutes like I'm 9 months preggo, yet the bloat never leaves.

I might be as puffy as a Thanksgiving Day Parade balloon, but I still have my hair! It's getting thinner, but no need for a cover yet. I consider just shaving it all off, just to get it over with. While I'm here, waiting to go bald, I decided to go all out and blog dry AND straighten it for Valentines Day dinner with Matt. Then, I felt compelled to take a selfie, my second ever selfie.

Honestly, I feel pretty lucky to be able to celebrate Valentines Day with Matt and our little family this year. Hoping next year, I'll be Cancer free and flourishing in my recovery.

AND, here I am, in my chair, as poison is pumped into my body, to heal me. Weird, right? I'm waiting for my radioactive superhero to emerge. My third selfie, I'm out of control. This is who I am now.

First week of Chemo

Dare I say, I’m feeling quite close to normal today. The nausea has subsided and that is something to be thankful for. 

No matter how close to normal as I feel, the fatigue is constant, definitely on par with first-trimester-of-pregnancy tired. A nap a day is required but when you’re a SAHM with a 3 year old who doesn’t nap, “rest hour” while watching Disney Junior becomes very important. 

The fatigue hit like a train wreck and the nausea was a beast on days 3 & 4. But, again, a big thank you to the doctors for prescribing wonderful meds. The meds make me drowsy but they keep the nausea as controlled as possible. Setting an alarm to get up and take meds in the middle of the night and having crackers, on the bedside table, to eat before getting up have helped with my nausea as well. 

Our house is trashed and the baskets are overflowing with toys that don’t belong there, because all I have energy to do is throw them in the damn basket. The toilets need cleaned. The laundry needs to be put away (although, in all honesty, that’s not new). “The Moms” (my mom and Matt’s mom) gifted us some sessions with a maid service, which starts Friday. Halle-fucking-lujah!

I still have my hair, for now. We’re on day 6 and I was told it usually falls out between days 10 and 14. I ordered 4 scarves and 3 beanies (is that excessive?), it’s one for everyday, which made sense to me. I think insurance covers a wig, with a prescription, so I’m gonna bring that up next week with my Oncologist.

I haven’t had to rock the face mask yet, but I will at Oliver’s 18 month well visit next week. I haven’t felt particularly brave yet, but I think stepping foot inside a pediatrician’s office with a weak immune system is brave. Not wearing a mask, would be stupid. So, naturally, I ordered a couple washable cutesy face masks on Etsy. Which took me down the custom graphic tee rabbit hole, where I found this. Clearly, I needed it too.